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My father is a Man made of Copper November 9, 2012

Delirium is real.

http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmedhealth/PMH0014988/ 

My father is a man made of copper. He is valuable, and useful no matter if his head is bandaged or he is in a hospital bed bitching about anything–yesterday when I called him he answered the Phone.  My Dog loves me, because he said “I’m on the port-a-potty taking a shit can we talk later? ” I never wonder where my strange and disturbing perception of life originated. Candid is my nemesis. Any how, I pulled this link from Public Health site about delirium. My dad’s tests for that will be modified for “I’m not right in the head” tests.

 

Mind/Mood Altered by Substances October 28, 2012

 

Poison

flowed thru every artery

every vein, and my life-time

promise to boil  my brain convened.

I aimed to live my life in vain and insane.

In tatters this, what matters, never that,

If you are not God highlighted step away.

In fact, watch out for stray lightning bolts

which want a person to feel electronightified.

Every one else in the vicinity of this universe

Scientists believe smog enhances your life–

Smog also clouds your vision. Light sticks…

I hate you too– you fucking mirror, oh my,

dear wrecking mirror clinging for life on a

random wall– all you show is the horror of

my neglect, Promise me, than mock me, but

swear this is my last call in front of  a mirror.

Then assure me, with the recipe in my hand,

when I ingest on my behest, I’m on the way

to the Real Fall. Jig’s up Jesus, you fell on

pillow principles, watch a true murderer of

the cause. Not a single breath wasted.

 

I’m a Bubble Ninja-I Pop in Your bad Eye ANd The Other I BLind October 17, 2012

One day I fell in deep like with “to blow” some  bubbles on the thick green patch of lawn at my disposal at school

Unfortunately, for the bubbles and I when I blow them they  burst in my eyes.

The next day I blew bubbles in spite of the whites of my red and irritated eyes.

The following day it rained and a depression shot downwards into my spinal cord as cold and as quick as life matters.

I picked up my bubble paraphernalia; I blow bubbles because I’m on this earth to do exactly that.

Not to blow bubbles asshole, but to repeat the same mistake–with every implication of insanity

Again and over again–if only I shit rainbows or ate razor blades–I blow bubbles with each one to burst in my eye.

Like I said, repeat the same mistake and fuck myself parallel. Got it?

Picture: Gabrielle Rossetti “FlamingJune” So sumptuous.

 

 
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